Alternate Giantslayer - Belkzen Tribe Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master Avarus

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A battle between Orc and Man rages again today in the Holds of Belkzen. The battle has raged on for days outside in the fields North of the River Kestrel. Neither battlefronts truly gaining favor with the gods as losses began piling up on both sides.

The initial invasion had mounted one of the regions largest Orc tribes against what appeared as a small contingent of men in the open field of Ghostland Marsh. It however was something far more. It was an invasion force set to strike the heart of the Orc empire in Urgir. Now it had turned into a humanoid resistance including Humans, Dwarves, Halflings, and Elves camped in defense of a massive counter attack involving dozens of tribes of Orcs. These defenders fought back strongly at first then the tide of battle changed as the numbers of Orcs, Goblins, Hobgoblins overwhelmed the defenders. This would not be the whole story as again the tides of battle moved but not from the defensive front it was from the rear lines of the attackers. Suddenly tribe after tribe began fighting. Orcs would not rule the day.

The resistance realizing an opportunity to escape did just that. They pulled back across the conquered lands to the hilltop city of Tranau; sneaking away from the battle. No doubt preparing Tranau's defenses from any remaining Orcs.

Ever so slowly the tribes were leaving as they fell in number, strength and leadership. Pride and glory destroyed as any hope of victory over mankind was now gone. As the sun began to drop down from the sky calm set in. Endless bloodshed had left the fields covered mostly in Orc blood. Only one name remained... carried throughout the lands from his action, King Thuul of the Black Suns. Word had spread fast of Kruul the Kingmaker's mark again.

Knowledge (local) (history) check

As things slowly calm at the dawn of the day it can be noted that the fields are filled with the wounded and dead as well as the opportunists that live for these battles. The bodies picked by all things living and dead. Stragglers wonder about dazed, lost and/or dying from the aftermath.

The calm is lifted suddenly by yelling from the edge of the river. Covered in blood and torn clothing a massive half orc stands at the Southern edge of the river midst a slew of dead decaying bodies. He wields a giant metal flail that he raises above his head.

"BAZUUK AND SMASHMOUTH RULE THIS DAY!"

He looks around to see only a handful of capable fighting bodies. He begins gathering them to a central point. He is helped by others in the area. As they come near him in number he states,

"One and all we must reform. We must make something of ourselves. You are the left behind, the deserted, the lost and I am your founder. With me you are not weak, today we come together to form a new tribe under my rule."

He begins posturing around connecting with the listeners.

"Who are you? State your name! Will you become one of us... One of the founders of a new order?"

With each yes he moves about the crowd. As he does it is obvious to the onlookers that his friends move to protect him and honor his wishes. At his left touching his shoulder is a shocking sight, it is a female human with dyed green skin. On his right are a pair of similarly dressed hobgoblins. One is riding a dire wolf while the other sits on a small wooden cart led by a few mules.

The monstrously sized 1/2 Orc stands 6 and half feet tall and well over 250 pounds. His weapon nearly as big standing no less than 4 feet tall. He and his side kicks gather paper and pen upon a makeshift desk.

"Come forth and sign in, you will be rewarded."


Local (untrained): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8

Segovax cocks a heavy brow at this 'Bazuuk' and his retinue. He was big, for a halfbreed, but Seg was bigger and stronger and knew it. Still, he had too many men on his side already including a rather nasty looking dire wolf. He gives a non-committal grunt and opts to bide his time for now, scoping out the other survivors. Seg would like to try to determine the relative strength of the NPCs. Would that be possible with some sense motive checks?

Segovax is a towering monstrous specimen of an orc possessing a massive muscular frame, honed to iron from a lifetime of physical struggle where raw muscle and endurance were the only thing between life and meaningless death. His wild dark hair is cropped short, a common choice among his savage kin. The same dark hair grows thick along his powerful torso, arms, and legs and beneath that his green-grayish skin is riddled with scars, some of which are from injuries while others were ritualistically self-inflicted. A number of dark tattoos also decorate his flesh and a pair of thick iron-capped tusks dominate his bestial face. In terms of dimensions he's 6'9" but with a hunched hulking frame that probably puts him an inch or two shorter than Bazzuk. He's muscled like a bull and weighs well over 300 lbs.

He's dressed in a suit of worn and rusted scale armor and holds a brutal double-headed orcish axe in his huge gnarled hands. At his side, held by a length of iron links, stands an adolescent war bull. The massive bovine snorts in anger and its wild eyes dart erratically at the scent of blood in the air.

If I understood the story thus far we're survivors that were left behind after this big battle when our various tribes pulled back. Across what kind of time span did this war and take place?


Half-orc Eldritch Viking | HP: 24/31 | HD 3/3 | Relentless 1/1 | Wind 1/1 | Surge 1/1| 1st 1/2 Inspiration! | Active: Prestidigitation
Stats:
AC 16 | Str +5 Dex +0 Con +5 Int +0 Wis +1 Cha +0 | Initiative +0 | Passive Perception 13, Darkvision

no Knowledge (history) or (local)

Ordrud had trailed the scouts of the orc tribe for a week. He found a an overlook a few miles away to watch the battle. When the tribes began to leave, he approached like a scavenger. He looted corpses and ended some suffering until the massive half-orc began recruiting. He joined the survivors gathering. The pull toward a new tribe sounded too good to be true.

The hobgoblin who first makes it to the makeshift desk is an average-sized, gray-green-skinned, hairless soldier with smoldering orange eyes. He proudly wears a tribe’s parade armor, bloody cestus, and a heavy leather multi-pocketed belt. He shoulders a backpack, quiver of arrows, and longbow. The hobgoblin carries a bloodied crescent axe blade that attaches to a wooden haft at two points: the center of the blade attaches to a socket at the top of the haft, and the lower point of the blade attaches to a secondary mount point. The axe blade and its mounting polearm are each about as tall as the hobgoblin's full measure of five feet.

"Ordrud, son of Oruk, will join you. What are your terms?" He demands.

Perception take 10+5=15


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Know-Local(Untrained): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Slipping around the edges, where a make-shift orc field hospital has been set up is a tiny figure who pokes and prods moaning warriors who where dragged or dragged themselves to whatever section of ground or tarp they could fall on. With some, the goblin deftly stitches with needle or thread, severs limbs that are mangled beyond saving, slathers foul-smelling substances on wounds to keep them from festering, or, for those whose bodies are far too damaged, shakes his head and a nearby orc sends them into the Boneyard with a swift thrust of a thin blade.

Battles were always good for Manny,(just as long as he wasn't the one getting stabbed.)Lots of bodies to poke and cut, letting him show his mastery of bringing back those who would otherwise die of rotted wounds. He hummed goblin tunes under his breath his red eyes bright and round head bobbing.

At the half-orc's boast, Manny arches an eyebrow and wanders over, scratching his chin at the would be chief. Huh, making a go when there are no more chiefs to say no. Manny tucks his tools into his stained apron, making sure to stay clear of the orc with the snorting pig.


Hey! Gorehoof is a snorting war bull.


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Tastes better with Grandma's fingerlicking-good marinade! Made with Deep Mushrooms, ripe tomatoes, booze and lemons!


Male Orc
Rage:
0/6 IN-Active; Fatigued!/spoiler] [spoiler=Stats] HP (Rg12/17)11/15| AC: (Rg 11): 13/ T: 12 /FF 15| F: +4/R: +0/W: -1 | CMB +4 (Rg +6) | CMD +15 | Speed 40 | Int. +0 | Perc. +3 | SM -1 | Darkvision

This half blood is bigger than me and looks strong but that's deceived me before. Mogrohl is a bit shorter than the half blood but just as much strength, as far as he can tell.

Mogrohl's body has scars on display, in some places the healed wounds form rows as if his skin were contour plowed by small people living on his skin. His falchion and javelins all remain on Mogrohl's back, he arrived too late for the days festivities. There will be other chances for me to flaunt my might. Mogrohl makes a mental not of the amount of wounded and dead in the field. The herd has been culled on this day.

Mogrohl doesn't like the look of this whole situation. Orcs working with painted paleskins and little gobs? The world has gone mad today. In truth, his options were limited. If the paleskin raiders came back and caught him alone then he would meet the same fate as the weaklings carpeting the landscape.

As Mogrohl walked up to the desk, his cynicism crept back up. What are we, humans? Soon they'll be asking me to list my property and taxing me for it.

Mogrohl picks up the pen, writes something resembling a big M with some scribbles around it, and walks away.

He approaches one of the other giant orcs and whispers something in orcish.

Segovax:

"At the first sign of weakness, we leave these whelps."


Seg follows behind Mogrohl signing with a similarly messy scribble. He eyes what he considers his only true peer and grunts as a sign of tentative respect before muttering his reply.

Mogrohl (orc):
"They'll be lucky if all I do is leave..."


Male Goblin Hunter 1

knowedge local: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15 Kezt looks around at the growing group of orcs and hobgoblins gathered around Bazuuk. He contemplates just flying off on bird but he kmows that survival in Belkzen is becoming even harder by yourself due the growing conflict with the paleskins, he also knew that if he flew off, Bazuuk may get sour and the last time he upset a chieftain didn't go so well. With this in mind, hegot off of bird's makeshift saddle and walked towards the signing paper, he looked at the pen and paper and then up at Bazuuk, the little goblin staring him down and he said " Kezt will join your big folk tribe on three conditions: one, respect Kezt, my last cheftain died by these arrows, two, don't touch bird, Kezt will kill anyone who touches bird and third, writing is an evil practice that steals the words right out of your head, didn't your orc mother ever tell you that?"

He then looks at bird and gestures to the paper, bird caws and cuts a mark in the paper with his hooked talon. "That is the only signature you need from Kezt


Male Orc
Rage:
0/6 IN-Active; Fatigued!/spoiler] [spoiler=Stats] HP (Rg12/17)11/15| AC: (Rg 11): 13/ T: 12 /FF 15| F: +4/R: +0/W: -1 | CMB +4 (Rg +6) | CMD +15 | Speed 40 | Int. +0 | Perc. +3 | SM -1 | Darkvision

Knowledge local untrained:

1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11


Male Goblin Hunter 1

Oh yeah, sorry I forgot about untrained, I would have got a 15 not a 17


Su-Rog

Nusku looks upon the gathered orcs and goblinoids. Yes, these would make excellent soldiers for the Lord of Light. Fellow orcs and even the goblins appreciated the cleansing flame and its power. Though that human female may be trouble. She was trying very hard to blend in, perhaps too hard. But even if she was, the flame would reveal all and would purge any weakness from this new tribe just as it did himself all those years ago. He will sign his name: "Nusku the Ashen, chosen by the flame and risen from the ashes." It was rather difficult to fit it all in one line.


Half-orc Eldritch Viking | HP: 24/31 | HD 3/3 | Relentless 1/1 | Wind 1/1 | Surge 1/1| 1st 1/2 Inspiration! | Active: Prestidigitation
Stats:
AC 16 | Str +5 Dex +0 Con +5 Int +0 Wis +1 Cha +0 | Initiative +0 | Passive Perception 13, Darkvision

untrained Knowledge (history) FWIW: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20 success DC 10
untrained Knowledge (local) FWIW: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10 success DC 10

Play-By-Posting formatting, i.e. speaking is between bold-faced quotes. Cheers


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Manny looks at the paper as well. Other goblin is right, nasty words on paper. Don't read or write anyway. Manny does make an ink-spot on the paper though.


knowledge local 10:

The Black Suns are a mercenary group whose chieftain is Krun Thuul, a veteran orc male warrior. The Black Suns are often seen outside battlegrounds waiting for the highest bidder to purchase the Black Sun's service.

Several tribes such as the Murdered Child are known to be seeking the Black Suns service at this moment. The Murdered Child operates in Wyvernsting.

knowledge local 15:

Krun Thuul is known as the Kingmaker for his specific dealings with the leaders of many tribes. He is also known to keep spies employed within every tribe in Belkzen.

knowledge local 20:

It is known by few but word is spreading that Krun Thuul has started dealing/siding with humans recently against Orc Tribes near Tranau.

The Black Suns are nomads with no real home base of operations.


The 1/2 orc and his collection of newly found leaders eye each new recruit as they move forward to sign the document. As several sign he sees the disdain for this process and replies,

"You do not sign a tool for longshanks, hairfeet, and the like. You, the tribesmen before me honor the future with your marks. Your names will be passed down for generations and this will be a part of your FAME!"

His partners cheer with the yell and call his name, "Bazuuk!"

Any present can see that the half orc who speaks is a veteran warrior of several years or equal number of battles. His scars are many and his strength although impressive is not of great note. He wears a chain shirt that is all but destroyed from his recent encounters but looks unharmed by the recent fighting. He identifies himself as Bazuuk and clearly leans heavily on the use of one item, his beloved heavy flail that he calls Smashmouth.

The weapon is made of a three foot long thick metal handle that looks as though it has been beaten into shape by hand. Atop the handle reside two spiked metal rounded objects that look like miniature orc skulls which are each attached to the handle by a thick metal darkened chain. On the grip of the handle an orc face has been carved and there are tick marks above the face. Each one no doubt representing the death caused by Smashmouth.


Is Smashmouth a two-handed flail?

Segovax wasn’t sold on Bazuuk’s strength or prowess but his weapon was a dangerous and will make a worthy prize once I crush this whelp…. Still, the promise of glory piques the big orc’s interest.

”Where do we strike first?”, he rumbles aggressively. ”The gutless softskins hide behind their high walls and spears. How do you plan to drive them out?”


Half-orc Eldritch Viking | HP: 24/31 | HD 3/3 | Relentless 1/1 | Wind 1/1 | Surge 1/1| 1st 1/2 Inspiration! | Active: Prestidigitation
Stats:
AC 16 | Str +5 Dex +0 Con +5 Int +0 Wis +1 Cha +0 | Initiative +0 | Passive Perception 13, Darkvision

Clearly, Ordrud over-estimated the order and planning of the half-orc and his new tribe by asking for terms of service. While the hobgoblin was the first to approach the makeshift desk, there are a half dozen who make their marks before him. He follows a goblin who makes an ink spot for a mark and scrawls, Ordrud, son of Oruk, on the parchment.


Bazuuk responds again,

"I demand nothing but I seek your honor, your strength, your loyalty, and in return I give you BELKZEN!"

Another cheer follows and then he silences them with a demand.

"I am your chief and these are my war leaders. I give you Kametree, Dagru, and Grautak."

The Hobgoblin pair move forward with the Dire Wolf Rider speaking first.

" I am Grautak, Master of the Ride. I will command the mobile force."

Grautak is a very well-muscled and thick goblinoid standing 5 feet 7 inches in height and weighing 178 lbs. He is extremely bow-legged. What little hair he has is kept pulled back in a pony tail. The scars on his face and his fiery gleaming red eyes unremarkable but identify his active life thus far.

He wears the trappings of a kossack raider, breastplate and a buckler on his left arm. His armor and clothing are browns, greys, & tans that blend well with the urban & wood mix environment where he regularly travels but his wolf is enormous. It is easily 9 feet long and over 900 pounds.

Before any more can be said the other hobgoblin comes forth. A much different version than the last hobgoblin.

" I am Dagru the older of my brother Grautak. If you dabble in the world of chemicals, if you wish to learn I will be here."

A stout goblinoid standing 5 and half feet in height with long burly arms dangling at his side. His skin is a gray green dulled but unlike his dark mossy green head and arms. His face and head lack any hair and he keeps his exposed mossy green skin shining with oils. This coupled with his fiery red eyes which gleam from his broad face and stocky body create an unnatural presence of doom even when at ease for several around him.

He wears a dark leather bandolier riddled with vials across his clothes and darkened studded leather armor. He chooses colors (brown, grey, & tan) that blend well with the urban & wood mix environment.

Lastly the human comes forth.

" I Kametree, lady of Sarenrae, seek the guidance of other God speakers. If you pray to the gods for your existence and power we will work together."

She is of average height and weight and does not stand out above others in appearance other than she has dyed her skin in various greens. Her hair and eyes brown but her where not dyed is pale. She carries a old beat up doll in her belt and wears a chainshirt with a scimitar at her side.


Wait, there’s a priestess of Sarenrae here?!”

Segovax listens in relative silence while introductions are made. He stares in disbelief when the painted woman speaks up – a speaker for the human’s fire-goddess!

”Tell me this one’s your concubine”, he grunts. ”I’ve seen softskin’s submit to an orc’s dominance before but never a priestess.” A glimmer of something resembling respect begins to appear in the hulking brute’s eyes.


Male Hobgoblin
Stat:
HP 6/12| AC: 18/ T: 11 /FF 17| F: +3/ R: +1 / W: -1 | CMB +4 | CMD +16 | Speed 20 / Mount 40' | Int. +3 | Perc. -1 | Darkvision 60'

Aronok looks around at the devastation the pitifully stupid orcs and goblins had brought upon themselves. Retched creatures who could not assemble a coherent force even if they wanted to. In-fighting will be the death of that sub-races of goblinoind kind...

He chuckles to himself. "So many potential slaves laying around..."

Aronok rides his battle ox over the field of battle, a gash on his side seems to be the only damage he had taken during the fight. To bad his adventuring partner had not made it... Although in all fairness he should not have turned his back to Aronok. After all he was higher ranking and Aronok would make his way up to general.

Aronok stops his Yzobu across from a gathering of lively potential slaves... "Hmm... I wonder what this is about?" He listens closely to the speech and to this fool of a half-breed. "This could net me a higher position, even my own war group... I could be happy with that... for now."

Knowledge Local (Untrained): 1d20 ⇒ 14

Aronok listens to the ramblings of the group but pays the most attention to Grautak. "Yes his position will do nicely."

Aronok pulls his battle ox up short of the table and dismounts from his beast, scale mail rattling as he descends to the ground. As he walks forward to the paper at the table anyone watching can tell he moves with ease, that of a trained fighter. His war hammer hangs from his hip and a massive great sword strapped to his back. A shieled and lance can be seen attached to his mount.

He looks at Grautak and scribbles his name on the paper. "I will ride with you Grautak, as long as there is fame and glory in it for me! I am Aronok Fellrider slayer of... well everything." He grins at the surrounding group and then moves back to his mount.


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M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Wehehehehe! Manny's eyes roll as the human steps up.So human is getting the poledance from Grautak? Look at those hips, shed' break after the first litter. Manny does look at Dagru with great interest. A fellow stitcher? Maybe fire lobber like some of the others I have heard of? Oh! Verrryyy interesting!


Male Orc
Rage:
0/6 IN-Active; Fatigued!/spoiler] [spoiler=Stats] HP (Rg12/17)11/15| AC: (Rg 11): 13/ T: 12 /FF 15| F: +4/R: +0/W: -1 | CMB +4 (Rg +6) | CMD +15 | Speed 40 | Int. +0 | Perc. +3 | SM -1 | Darkvision

Mogrohl stands in awe of Grautak's wolf. One of its hindquarters alone could overpower me. "I will ride with you," Mogrohl says to Grautak. But what would he ride? Maybe a fat hobgoblin...a saddle could fit nicely on a hob's back.


Male Goblin Hunter 1

Kezt walks up to Grautak and greets him, clearly glad to see that he wasn't the only animal tamer, " May Zarongel guide your blade, fellow beast rider, thats a nice mount you have there," he said, eyeing the dire wolf. He then gestured towards his bird and proudly said " This is Kezt's bird, a mindspin steppe roc, reared from hatching, Kezt's pride and joy. Please don't touch him."

Kezt was curious about the longshank woman pretending to be an orc but thought it better not to ask too many questions.


Half-orc Eldritch Viking | HP: 24/31 | HD 3/3 | Relentless 1/1 | Wind 1/1 | Surge 1/1| 1st 1/2 Inspiration! | Active: Prestidigitation
Stats:
AC 16 | Str +5 Dex +0 Con +5 Int +0 Wis +1 Cha +0 | Initiative +0 | Passive Perception 13, Darkvision

Ordrud was pleased to see hobgoblin war leaders. There was hope for organization yet. The human gave him pause. He did not know of this Sarinray, but if she could magically heal, he would not care if she worshiped Torag.

In turn, he studies Bazuuk and each of his leaders.


Su-Rog

Nusku's look of reserved suspicion is replaced by a scowl as the woman announces her chosen faith. "Blasphemous whore. There is only one true fire god. There will be no infidels of false gods in this new tribe. Even if I have to sacrifice her in Sezelrian's name personally.'"


Grautak rides before several of the new recruits. His wolf, Whisper, eyeing each one suspiciously. Grautak calls for the wolf to stop where Grautak enthusiastically greets them,

"Good to see so many willing and capable soldiers here today. We will need more but you will be our first, the head of our beast to be."

Bazuuk moves forward with Dagru and Kametree to side Grautak. As Grautak finishes his talk Bazuuk takes over.

"Yes good warriors, holy men, and more. I think you" he points to the largest of the recruits, Segovax, on site.

"You will be the leader of this group for now. Take charge of these men. Your first duty will be to test their will to fight and their strengths. we must leave to recruit more. I will see you in one weeks time with this group in Urgir. Can you do this?"

Bazuuk waits hand on his weapon as his followers watch with a close eye at the one he has chosen to lead these tribesmen.


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Manny scratches his chin. Or maybee I keep myself secret, not reveal self. Sure if I talk to stitcher I can figure out stuff but I can do that anyway with a little sneaksneak. Yea! me be sneaky sticher! Except for these guys, nobody will no I am around, I be like the wind! Whoooshh! I be there and nobody know. Swoosh! 'Hey what that? Was that a fart?" they say. 'No! I think. It was me, Manny, and I am the winds! Swoosh!


Segovax studies the half-orc carefully. Was this promotion an attempt to placate him or did he appreciate Seg’s might (as he should). Choosing to assume the latter for now, the hulking orc turns to address his new squad. He’d need to know what they were capable of. Ordrud, Aronok, and Morgrol were obvious, they were warriors - though Morgrol was the only one whose prowess he had any real faith in. The goblins and Nusku were a mystery. He hoped the burned and scarred halfblood was a shaman or witchdoctor of some kind and not just a useless cripple.

”You two”, he grunts addressing the goblins. ”What’r you good for – besides sneakin’ about. You trapsmiths? Poison-makers?”


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Me can make poison, Yes. Me also stitcher, me stitch cuts, set bones, push yer guts back into yer gut Me can also stab the hamstrings pretty good.


Male Goblin Hunter 1

Kezt is a good archer and an animal trainer, Kezt can shoot the longshanks down from his bird up in the air, Kezt also knows a few spells. Also Kezt can sing, wanna hear?


Ketz, how are you getting dex to damage on your bow?

”No!” Segovax scowls at the goblin’s offer to sing. ”I’ve heard f%$+ing goblins sing once. That was enough.”

”What about you cripple? Can you even hold that slicer anymore with those burned hands?” he barks at Nusku.


Male Goblin Hunter 1

That's a mistake, sorry. His statblock was made by reskinning a past character's stats and I forgot to change it.

Kezt looked slightly dissapointed at the rejection of his offer to sing, Maybe some other time, he thought to himself.


Su-Rog

"I am not a cripple. I am Nusku, servant of the Fire Lord. While I can hold this blade, I do not need it. You would do best and remember that whelp."


Segovax narrows his gaze and closes on the burned half-orc. ”Oh, I won’t forget but you’d best be careful who you call a whelp, halfblood. Or you'll get worse than the whore that spawned you.”


Su-Rog

Nusku returns the narrowed gaze. "As long as you never forget." Nusku's scowl turns into a smile and then an insane laugh.


Segovax is thoroughly confused by the half-orc’s sudden bout of manic laughter. He’s f*~+ing insane…

Shaking his head, Seg returns to the task at hand – testing the strength of his new tribemates. He considers what he has to work with…

It occurs to me we have an odd number of players.

”Pair off!” he roars. ”I wanna see you fight”, he explains. ”Aronok and Ordrud let me see what you can do. Gobbos you two are a team against big Mogrohl.” Seg leans over and speaks a whisper in orcish.

Mogorhl (orc):
”Feel free to rough ‘em up. Just don’t kill ‘em. They might be useful.”

”Nusku-“, he stops his instruction midspeech as the burned half-orc is still laughing maniacally. "F~!%! Forget it."

We'll assume half HP is the 'tapout' point.


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Manny nudges Kezt.

Goblin:
They wanna fight, we start now on big orcy. We show how gobboes fight! Sneaky!

Manny suddenly is the wind!
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13 Using the Go Unoticed feat(In first round of combat, flat-footed opponents are considered to have not noticed you for purposes of going into stealth)


Unable to update today... continue forward as far as you like. Created discussion thread for any ooc comments and questions.


Su-Rog

Nusku stops laughing after Segovax passes him over for a test battle. "Just as I planned. I need not show my true might, not yet." He just watches the goblins test themselves versus one of the brutes.


Male Goblin Hunter 1

Kezt looks at manny and mumbles

goblin:
Kezt doesn't need sneaking, Kezt has own way of not getting hit by longshanks.

initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

(on his first turn this is what he will do)

Kezt chants something incoherent in goblin and casts gravity bow, he then attemps to quickly mount his bird ride check for fast mount as a free action: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
If he successfully fast mounts his bird then he draws his bow and nocks an arrow, if not he just mounts him slightly slower a move action either way he orders bird to
fly about 30ft above Morghorl and taunt him.


Male Orc
Rage:
0/6 IN-Active; Fatigued!/spoiler] [spoiler=Stats] HP (Rg12/17)11/15| AC: (Rg 11): 13/ T: 12 /FF 15| F: +4/R: +0/W: -1 | CMB +4 (Rg +6) | CMD +15 | Speed 40 | Int. +0 | Perc. +3 | SM -1 | Darkvision

Haha, player combat already? That was fast. Goblins go first

Mogrohl confirms his hatred for goblins. They squeak in their own little tongue, sneaking about, riding their chickens. Mogrohl might eat that bird.

Mogrohl loses sight of one goblin. How'd he do that?

Perception, Where is that little gob?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Mogrohl can't find him, must've lost sight of 'em between the bodies or even in the forming crowd.

"Come down here, twerp!" Mogrohl yells, retrieving a javelin from the quiver on his back and hurling towards the flying green jockey.

FOOM: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

The javelin sails comically low, just passing over the heads of those watching nearby, and impaling itself on a body that may have been groaning a moment ago. It's not making noise anymore.

Just realized that a perception check is probably a standard, getting the javelin a move, and throwing it a standard. My bad fellas, but seeing as Mog failed them all, then I won't edit it out.


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Manny grins and swooshes around 30 feet so he can get behind Mogrohl


Male Hobgoblin
Stat:
HP 6/12| AC: 18/ T: 11 /FF 17| F: +3/ R: +1 / W: -1 | CMB +4 | CMD +16 | Speed 20 / Mount 40' | Int. +3 | Perc. -1 | Darkvision 60'

At the words Aronok and Ordrud he mounts his Yzobu and gathers his lance and shield and turns Doom towards Ordrud. "Hmm... Ordrud or Segovax?"

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Not sure how far we are from each other. Are we going to have a map?


Heh. I hadn't intended for you guys go at each other full bore with weapons and everything. Then again, Seg is rather dumb. Considering we were just signing paperwork together we're likely not further than 10 feet from each other.

Segovax watches in disbelief as the goblin jumps aboard his beast and takes to the skies. ”Of course the goblin f#*@ing cheats!”


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Gwagagagaga! We fight like goblins! All is fair for goblins!


Goblins are up.


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Manny pops up behind Mog and pokes him with his little dagger. You lucky we told not to kill!

Dagger,Flank: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 51d3 - 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) - 2 + (5) = 4


Male Orc
Rage:
0/6 IN-Active; Fatigued!/spoiler] [spoiler=Stats] HP (Rg12/17)11/15| AC: (Rg 11): 13/ T: 12 /FF 15| F: +4/R: +0/W: -1 | CMB +4 (Rg +6) | CMD +15 | Speed 40 | Int. +0 | Perc. +3 | SM -1 | Darkvision

Mogrohl moves just in time before Manny can shish kebab one of his kidneys. "Why you little..."

Waiting for Kezt


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

I did that on purpose.

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